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“Vi! Violet! Please! Don’t leave me! VIOLET!”
Powder screamed her voice raw as her rain drenched hair clung to her face. Powder wasn’t able to register the sound of a man approaching her through her senses being bombarded by the smell of rain filled sewers, the sound of cackling fire, and the pain of loss ripping at her heart.
“Hello little girl. Where is your sister?” The man with a scar says gently as he leans down to crouch by Powder.
Before Powder has the chance to glance up and react a tall lanky woman in a red tracksuit shoves the man out of the way.
“MOVE OUT OF THE WAY YOU FUGLY PEDO”
For a moment time stops — a typical occurrence when one is blessed with the presence of this mysterious middle aged woman with a karen-cut.
Silco — the previously lurking man is sat flat on his butt looking up at the woman in confusion.
Similarly his goons behind him quizzically scratch their head and sneak unsure glances at each other. After all the occurrence was rather unprecedented.
Powder feels her heart beating in her chest, overwhelmed by the entire situation. Using the palm of her hand she wipes away tears and loose hair out of her eyes as she gets a better look at the woman.
Red tracksuit, megaphone in hand, and the face of a warrior. No not just a warrior… a legend.
The woman looks down at Powder with a look of mild disgust and unsolicited pity.
“Hey kid. You’re lucky I got to you before this critic from Ratatouille looking creep did. He reeks of incompetence and I seriously doubt he has any idea how to deal with children.” The woman says.
“You-you! Who are you? Men grab her!!!” Silco yells.
Before his little goons could even get close to her the woman takes her over sized megaphone and whacks it smack across Silco’s good eye. It was unfortunately bound to leave a matching scar on the only part of his face that looked socially acceptable.
Sue felt no remorse as per usual. The skinny little twink deserved it
“What the hell! Ugh let’s get out of here!” Silco says as he stands up and stomps his feet. With a scurry his minions follow him as they make their way back to the shadowy alleyways all villains come from.
“Yeah we’ll deal with that closeted homosexual, vengeful, wannabe underground crime overlord later,” the woman says. “Anyways the names Sue. Sue Sylvester. Remember that like your life depends on it kid.”
Powder, still sitting on the ground looks up at her with fear. Fear — yeah Sue could work with a kid that feared her. From her experience, those were the only kids that found success.
“Well are you just gonna sit there? GET UP! Nothing ever is going to solve itself if you’re sitting crying in the DIRT!”
At that moment Powder burst our in another heap of sobs as she crushes Sue with a forceful hug that knocks them both to the ground.
“V-Vander, Mylo, Claggor… they’re all dead because of me,” she cries out. “And Vi…my sister. She left me. I’m a jinx.”
Sue stiffens as the child snuggles closer to her. Oh ew. It was almost like this kid had no family to hug her! Absolutely fatherless behavior right there.
The kid smelt like poverty and years of social oppression. This was a lawsuit waiting to happen.
“Listen nerd. I personally would never understand what it’s like to make mistakes but hear me out,” Sue begins. “Things will get better. If you’re a jinx then I’m the beautiful ray of heroism and hope that cancels you out. NOW DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?”
“Yes ma’am,” Powder says wiping away her tears.
“Thats Coach Sylvester to you young lady.” Sue says with a snap of her fingers. “And while we’re on the topic of names — don’t EVER call yourself a jinx again. Sounds like the name of a schizophrenic maniac from a show with a three dollar budget.”
Sue knew what it was like to be the fearless leader of an ungodly amount of ugly and mentally ill children — but this kid right here might need some serious work.
In fact the whole city needed some serious work. Sue knew what she needed to do. She needed to uproot the systematic evils herself.
She needed to run this place herself and get the job done.